You say I'm selfish for wanting you back. For saying I slept better when you were here. What about your selfishness? All those poems about the centuries of selfish desires cramped in your veins. They were okay, of course. And though I doubted this, I never said a thing. Because sometimes we have to let people be selfish. We have to let them want for themselves because they've endured so many years of things being robbed of them. I was willing to let you be a little selfish. It's telling that you could never do the same for me.
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Survive: Collected Poems
Poetry~WATTY'S 2019~ ~NOTICE~ AS OF 2/3/19, THIS COLLECTION HAS TOO MANY PARTS! READ VOLUME 2, THRIVE, OUT TODAY! On the pain, love, and passion that makes me human. Potential swearing, mentions of suicide, self harm, depression, rape, etc.
